Not Quite The Right Thing

Clara ‘Oswin’ Oswald ran up the steps of the tower. The game was almost done. This was the last piece of the puzzle. 

She emerged into the room and was momentarily startled by light after the darkness of the corridors and stairwells.

The old man in front of her smiled cheerfully, but a pang went through Clara. Right face, but not the right person at all!

Come to think of it that guy who’d signed her up for Fort Boyard had looked awfully familiar somehow. Oh no, she’d been tricked! She was in the wrong place!